Stagnant water,
be the consciousness,
whilst tethered,
to external realities.
For,
within such,
constant disruption.
Constant,
congestion.
Constant,
conscious regression.
Oh,
to flow.
To be,
the unknown.
To,
see so clear,
every second,
is home.
Oh,
how such,
becomes one's breath.
Becomes,
the water,
tethered to every step.
Becomes,
motion,
one shall forever,
accept...
©yungb123
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